•In truth, you like the pain...Your ability to withstand pain is your claim to fame. It is ascetic, holy. It is self-control. It is masochism, and masochism pleasurable to many, but we don't like to think about that. We don't like to think that a person could have a twisted autoerotic life going on...experience both at once: the pleasure of beating the hell out of a body shackled at the wrists, and the pleasure of being the body and knowing we deserve each blow.•
†She moved easily along the outskits of the land, shanks extending out, pounding evenly in a fast four beated gait. Nares distended, taking in deep breaths, causing her easily seen rib cage to look as if it actually had some meat to it. Ravenite-ivory tapestries bounced upon lithe channel, moving in time to every long stride taken. Dark lamps look around keenly, narrowing as they set their gaze upon the three kingdoms that lay before her. Upon refined cranium, doublettes flick tentivly as channel extends out, asking chassis for more speed. The sweet jaded blades give to the rhythmic pounding of ivory flints, deadening the sound of her oncoming approach.†
†The sight of the many humanoids that dwelled in each of the areas, took her back slightly. Her stride faultered, almost in a stumbling manner. Shanks locked, causing chassis to slide to a easy halt. Her dark lamps widened as they gazed upon the humans. Nervous she was, unsure of the beings. She could not see any of her own species which did not help her nervous energy either. Dappled parchment rippled, pulling tight of prominent bones. Chassis rocked upon hind shanks, a shrill, low toned proclimation made.†
†Her Story†
They called her ...Wasted... a name that came from how is was and still is. She got sick young, and at the age of five she is still afflicted - the goddess shall never leave. After a few years she metamorphosed into a young woman and became impossible. Her parents called her an angel, living close to heaven, however now she stands only 15.3 hands from stepping into the netherworld. Scientists say that eating disorders can sometimes stem from dysfunctional families or disordered parents. Her harem originated from many different equine species, so perhaps not knowing her true roots caused her mind to break. She used to be an angel, however it looks as if she was bound to fall one day. She used to be a midnight black, but as she fell her coat changed to a mixture of soot and ashes. Controlled by the goddess she is, and ana has made her a fighter, strong, quick, cunning, and intelligent. However, when the voice quits in insistant hissing she is really soft, caring, gentle, and proud. Her history is of not much importance just that she was always affected by this mental affliction, an inbred fear of humans, and the fear of commiting the sin of consumption. However she now she wanted to turn over a new leaf. With this being said, through her great fear of humans she found that the Twiris Kingdom was which suited her tastes. Ready to begin a life in recovery.
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